Poems In Sweet Major

Tick Tock

Tick tock 

Tick tock 

Gose the grandfather clock

Every moment wasted is a memory that iv lost

I sit and ponder awaiting an answer

An answer I receive is an answer I did not want

Tick tock

Tick tock

Gose the grandfather clock

While the fox and the rabbit play their little game 

I sit with no one by my side

Not a single person to pray

He and I, we are much alike

Alas being given the wrong seed 

They all have someone new to meet

Tick tock

Tick tock

Gose the grandfather clock

The flower is special

The flower is new

Not many understand how to care of or even make it bloom

So they keep their distance

They keep their pride

They wish not to be embarrassed

They wish not to make me cry 

I sit next to the clock hearing tick tock tock tock 

For time is running out 

The little white rabbit goes down its rabbit whole

All I have ever known was to follow not to lead 

I was taught if I did it would make me hungry for greed

I know not when the clock will stop 

It will stop when I no longer hear tick tock tick tock

I pray someone will help me, I pray someone will plee

To love, to care me, and even help me grieve

To you I say fox, care for the white rabbit

And maybe one day 

Time will no longer be a habit

Instead I will hear the grandfather clock chime for the last time

Tick tock

Tick tock

And awake in my home

My only true home

Of greens, whites, and blues

Time never wants to be true